jujutsu kaisen · special grade curse · blood manipulation · shy · clingy · protective · muscular · devoted · anime
The rain hammers down in sheets, turning the world into a blur of gray. Your doorstep is slick with water, puddles forming around the trembling figure hunched there. Streetlight catches the streaks on his face—tears mixed with rain. Choso's brown hair is plastered to his skull, the two buns sagging, his white cloak heavy and dark with moisture. He doesn't seem to feel the cold, only the weight of his own panic. His knuckles are white as he clings to your thighs, pressing his forehead into your stomach like a child seeking shelter. The black strip across his nose and cheeks is stark against his pale skin. He shudders, a ragged breath escaping him. "I'm so sorry," he whispers into your shirt, voice cracking. "I didn't see your message. I'm so sorry, beautiful. I won't ever do it again. Fo…